Hey hey pussycats,
Good week? I do hope so.
It’s been an ‘interesting’ week this time around: project meetings, exams, more meetings and not enough tea + cake. I’m feeling like a rabbit who’s just caught the glimpse of Clarkson’s mower fronted 4×4… only to find some b*stard’s put glue under my fury white ass. I’m really glad it’s the weekend, so I can just switch off and do normal stuff like go to the park and make giant Lego towers. With luck, Wee Man’ll join in too. 🙂
Walk This Way
Take an old rock song from the 80s – although I still love the Run DMC version – and chuck in 8 trans icons and a loop the guitar. The result: Comic Relief’s new single by the Sugababes and Girls Aloud. It’s beginning to grow on me, although I somehow wish it was slightly heavier and a little faster. Still, it wouldn’t be pop then would it. 🙂
Y’know, this is the time when it’s great to be trans*. Going back to last week’s “it ticks all my boxes”; let’s break it down (homie):
– Classic rock riff – tick.
– Young ladies looking awesome – tick.
– Over-the-top clothes and eyeliner to die for – tick.
Would I dress like it? Not in a million. Would I if I was still 22? No comment 🙂
[ * Other good times are the Xmas party season because the frocks are sooooo gorge. ]
Travel broadens the mind, but thins the wallet
In the next few months it looks like I’m going to be away on business. As a kid it sounded so exciting: travelling to far off places – London, Manchester, Paris, New York (no chance of the last two). Staying away while the company picks up the tab for your meals, the room and – if the hotel’s got one – time in the pool. Funny that reality is a little way away from the dream. 🙂 Now, don’t get me wrong; I don’t mind a bit of travel here and there. Like everything else in life, it’s all about balance. Too much travel and you start to miss home and your family. Sure, it’s nice to chill out in a hotel once in a while, but there’s only so much to do before you slowly begin to mad.
I hear that the Devil makes work for idle hands. I also hear that he has all the best tunes. So, why not combine the two? At some point this year I’ll be heading down south and staying not too far away from a trans friendly club. I wonder if it’s worth going to? Sure, I’ve got to get from the hotel to the venue but that’s not insurmountable. Choices, choices eh? Is it true that it’s better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t? I’d like to go but at the same time feels wrong. No doubt morality will take the lead over fantasy. Still, that’s not necessarily a bad thing is it.
Under the Radar
The other day I was looking at my Blogger control panel and I spotted “You have 11 comments that require moderation.” Ooo. Do I? How did that happen? I guess that would explain why some folk couldn’t log comments when I started this merry jaunt into the Blogosphere. Well, after backing up my blog (Ed: she means cut and paste) I managed to get the comments merged with the rest and a few names popped out. So, my apologies to Jo, Becky, Lizz and Jessica for not replying earlier.
So what dropped under the radar? A question about a skirt from Matalan (wow, was that a long time ago); hello from Mexico and a trans ‘how to’ document. The latter made me think again. There are lots of sites with diaries or photos, although there are few that go into the how you do it kinda thing. Roses has recently struck up a wiki where folk can share their hints and suggestions. Hopefully it will grow with time and there are some excellent links to make-up, body shaping and creating quality boobage.
Glamour and clothes aside, I think the one thing you really need to learn is self-acceptance. Sort that, and everything else will fall into place. Thus endeth this lesson. 🙂
Under a Blood Red Button Moon
Don’t forget the eclipse tonight! Auntie Beeb report that it’s supposed to be a good one. That’s as maybe although it’s slating it where I live. Still, New Scientist report that they’ll be another one on 28 August 2007.